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the moon commences its' illusion
it rides the crest fully
survivor of Roche's Limit
survivor of human prediction
filling the night with shadow
my early morning walks
the light in the distance
calls thru canopied jungle path
the setting moon
stepping on the soft white beach
where a silver highway plays
in the rippling water, i am
the human past who long ago
beheld such a sight
without the shaman's cheap trick
nor the cold touch of science
have accepted the moon just is
beautiful to behold
we let each other be
we are one and the same
dancing thru the universe
and when this is no more
we will be lip to lip
i do not know what God is
and have no such need
yet whatever it is
it is magnificent
the heavens live to die
and in that death
life finds itself again
my wishes, mere mortal longing
that so might i
even Rimbaud capitulated
the reprobates' fear of reprobation
and i have but one question
before the empyreal throne
is there in heaven, a moon
Norma's roof Santa Cruz 95
So many memories I have are summer-colored,
like those walking-down-the-lane days recalled in various hues of green.
Green for Grandpa’s cornfields spread all around us
and green for the grass on which my sisters and I used to run and play.
Besides that color green, which prettily surrounded me through all my childhood,
I think a favorite memory would be
the colors of one lovely day spent with my family,
the family created by my spouse and me and a day our kids were young.
We lived near San Francisco.
Few troubles plagued us then and I loved our short time in California!
One summer day at last we went to see the beach of Santa Cruz.
I don’t remember details of everything we did.
We walked along the boardwalk, naturally.
I’m sure the kids, both pre-teens, enjoyed the rides.
Even I was every bit as excited as the two of them.
I’m sure my spouse and I took pictures, ate good-tasting food
and watched our children doing things all children love to do.
But what stood out for me was our time spent on the beach
and how we all jumped up to greet each wave that tumbled toward us
time and time again to knock us down.
What pure pleasure in the splashes of blue that fun-filled day,
the blue of the Pacific, which chilled me at the start
until I warmed to it as the yellow sun in blue of sky above
smiled down on us.
Yes, the blue of sky and water
and the constant shining yellow of the sun:
those would be the colors of my favorite summer memory -
when times were good and we were young and simply having fun.
For the Summertime Contest of Janis Thompson
So many memories I have are summer-colored, like those walking-down-the-lane days recalled in various hues of green. Green for Grandpa’s cornfields spread all around us and green for the grass on which my sisters and I used to run and play.
Besides that color green, which prettily surrounded me through all my childhood,
I think a favorite memory would be the colors of one lovely day spent with my family, the family created by my spouse and me and a day our kids were young.
We lived near San Francisco. Few troubles plagued us then and I loved our short time in California! One summer day at last we went to see the beach of Santa Cruz.
I don’t remember details of everything we did. We walked along the boardwalk, naturally. I’m sure the kids, both pre-teens, enjoyed the rides. Even I was every bit as excited as the two of them. I’m sure my spouse and I took pictures, ate good-tasting food and watched our children doing things all children love to do.
But what stood out for me was our time spent on the beach and how we all jumped up to greet each wave that tumbled toward us time and time again to knock us down. What pure pleasure in the splashes of blue that fun-filled day, the blue of the Pacific, which chilled me at the start until I warmed to it as the yellow sun in blue of sky above smiled down on us.
Yes, the blue of sky and water and the constant shining yellow of the sun:
those would be the colors of my favorite summer memory -when times were good and we were young and simply having fun.
new colors emerge
in the autumn of one's life
soon is winter's dirge
as blue asters wave in fields
bye-bye to sweet summer time
For the Haibun Free-Style Contest of scott thirtyseven
AROUND THE WORLD IN ….
Phileas Fogg sought to amaze
And circle the world in eighty days
Long before the plane
One night, in an alcoholic state,
I bet I could do it in twenty-eight
Using boat and train
I didn’t give a lot of thought,
Just staggered to the nearest port
And sailed to Spain
When I recovered from the booze,
I found myself in Santa Cruz.
In future I’d abstain
I’d bitten more that I could chew.
If only I had Passepartout
To take the strain
Stone cold sober I was sure
I shouldn’t travel any more
My wager was insane
Who cared if people laughed at me?
The bet was only 50P.
I sailed back home again
4th May 2022
Tall Tales 2 poetry contest
Sponsor - Jeff Kyser
the moon commences its' illusion
it rides the crest fully
survivor of Roche's Limit
survivor of human prediction
filling the night with shadow
my early morning walks
the light in the distance
calls thru canopied jungle path
the setting moon
stepping on the soft white beach
where a silver highway plays
in the rippling water, i am
the human past who long ago
beheld such a sight
without the shaman's cheap trick
nor the cold touch of science
have accepted the moon just is
beautiful to behold
we let each other be
we are one and the same
dancing thru the universe
and when this is no more
we will be lip to lip
i do not know what God is
and have no such need
yet whatever it is
it is magnificent
heaven lives to die
and in that death
life finds itself again
my wishes, mere mortal longing
that so might i
even Rimbaud capitulated
the reprobates fear of reprobation
and i have but one question
before the empyreal throne
is there in heaven, a moon
Norma's roof Santa Cruz 95
THE LABEL I HIDE ON THE WINE BOTTLE There was no real need to know of the brand I did not want to prejudice the taste The wine was chosen on its own merit
THEY TOLD ME OF THE PSYCHO CAT'S DEMISE There was no need to prolong misery It was better for everyone concerned All the family totally agreed
SABBATICAL DREAMS AFTER QUARANTINE
Altered behavior will always follow Some families get closer; some farther The population may also increase
EERIE BOARDWALK CREAKS NEAR THE WHITE SAND BEACH Reminds me of the Santa Cruz boardwalk We were at that beach forty years ago Funny how time also made my bones creak
090420PSCtest, Collaborate With Me, Kim Rodrigues
10 syllables per line(Syllable counter). 1P
I love Christmas as it brings unity
& for peace it plays a major role,
I see either a brother or a sister
in every Christian’s soft tender soul.
I see a global family which enriched with
people from numerous castes & religion,
In every Christmas I found a divine light
that glows & brings joy removing tension.
I like festivals that flow like a river
carrying stream of nectar for all,
Christmas is such a sacrosanct river
that flows in every corner of universe.
Santa Cruz, chocolate, gift, Christmas tree
These are things that makes earth nice,
I love Christmas and all my Christian friends
because they are promoting human life.